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H.J. Potter-Diggory	By : jaymclg Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Cedric Views: 32903 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter List
- 1-One&Two
- 2-Three&Four
- 3-Five&Six&Seven
- 4-Eight&Nine
- 5-Ten
- 6-Eleven
- 7-Twelve
- 8-Thirteen
- 9-Fourteen
- 10-Fifteen
- 6
- 7
- 8
Warning this chapter will contain seven different examples of child abuse. If you have received similar abuse or do not have the stomach for this then please skip this chapter.

H.J. Potter-Diggory

Soon the two young wizards reached the same office they had been wed and bonded in the previous night. Everyone was already seated, Sirius was next to Severus, Amos and Lara sat together as were Remus and Tonks. Albus was just finishing setting up the pensive as McGonagall took a seat.

Harry took out his wand and cleared his throat nervously as both Cedric and Albus each took one of the three remaining seats left empty. This was it, the moment he had been dreading all morning. Last night had been more than adequate as far as distractions were concerned, but at the current time that wasn’t an option.

Harry walked over to the table where the pensive sat and picked up one of the several glass phials Albus had left for him beside the pensive. He lifted his wand and placed the tip to his left temple and drew out a silvery liquid like strand of mist. He placed it inside of one of the phials, repeating this process six more times.

He told everyone, “You can go in two at a time, I’ll place one memory at a time in the pensive and once I retrieve a memory I’ll replace it with another until everyone has seen all seven memories.” He added, “I plan on keeping the memories stored in these phials until Ron and Hermione return from their honeymoon and then I can then show them and the other Weasley’s.”

He picked up one of the phials and pulled the stopper out. He carefully poured the memory into the pensive watching as it swirled around inside of the stone basin. He turned to face the others after replacing the stopper on the phial. He asked, “Would everyone be okay with viewing the memories in this order, such as Cedric, then Sirius and professor Snape, followed by Moony and Tonks, Amos and Lara and, lastly Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall?”

At everyone’s nodded he gestured for his husband to come and stand beside him, taking his hand and giving it a brief squeeze as he asked, “Are you ready to do this Cedric?” Cedric nodded and squeezed his hand back before he let go and leaned over the pensive and placed his face into the liquid-like content of the basin.

The scene around him swirled for a moment before he found himself viewing the sight of a much younger looking Harry. He looked to be no older than three maybe four years of age. Harry had warned him before they had entered the office that his relatives had made him stay inside of a cupboard for the first ten years of his life as well as the malnourishment issues, which was why he would never grow to be as tall as he would’ve originally.

Still as Cedric viewed the memory intently as the toddler version of Harry sat in a small and cramped cupboard under the staircase could never have even begun to have prepared him for the truly heartbreaking sight. He watched the heartbreaking longing that coloured the sweet looking little boy’s face as Harry observed his relatives from the small opening in the cupboard, who were sat in front of a large and expensively decorated Christmas tree.

He turned his attention to what the toddler was watching with such heartbreaking longing. The sight that met him was a disgustingly overweight male child, who viciously tears into expensive and brightly coloured wrapping paper revealing expensive gift after gift as his parents look on in pride and anticipation of their son’s reaction to his new toys.

He watched as beautiful tear-filled green eyes observed the obese blonde haired boy being smothered in kisses by a tall and thin blonde woman with a long neck, who looked like a horse. A rounded man with a moustache, who appeared just as obese as the little monster lapping up the attention, clearly spoilt beyond disgustingly rotten, beamed with evident pride.

Cedric felt his jaw clench as the obese little monster stood up and waddled over to the cupboard and waved a soft plush looking toy in front of the viewing slot. The little monster had a cruel little smirk on his overly chubby and rounded face. Pale blue eyes glittered meanly as he taunted his smaller cousin with what he could never have.

The memory ended just as he saw the approving smirks of Harry’s aunt and uncle as Harry looked at the plush toy with such longing that Cedric felt his heart clench in pity for the innocent little boy who deserved the world and more.

Cedric lifted his face from the pensive and wiped a hand roughly across his face. He looked up at everyone in the room and growled out viscously, “That foul and obese monster, little shit needs a good kicking in the teeth!”

Severus asked, “What exactly did you see?” Cedric hissed, gesturing to the pensive as he said, “Why don’t you go and have a look for yourself, but be warned I have a feeling that that was only mild compared to what we will see next. I have no such doubt that is only the start of what we will see revealed today.”

Severus and Sirius exchanged a glance as they stood and made their way over to the pensive, all the while truly wondering how bad what they were about to view was. Cedric saying it was mild compared to what he suspected they would see next left Sirius with an ill feeling deep in his stomach.

Harry shrugged as Cedric retook his seat and said, “I did warn you it would not be pleasant, that was only just the start of what is to come. That was absolutely nothing compared to what you’ll see in the next memory. Honestly, just you wait until it starts getting both physical and verbally abusive in the other memories.”

Cedric shot his husband a look as Sirius and Severus placed their faces inside of the liquid of the pensive. Cedric could not believe or begin to even comprehend how his husband could remain so calm if what he said about it getting worse was in fact true. He honestly could not imagine himself being quite as composed if he himself were the one in his husbands place.

Meanwhile Sirius and Severus were viewing the memory Cedric had. Sirius inwardly growled at the sight of the Dursley’s, feeling such rage fill him at the sight of his small godson inside of a filthy dust and cobweb infested cupboard. He imagined James and Lily must’ve been turning over in their graves in sheer horror and disgust.

Severus sneered at the sight of the cupboard thinking in disgusted disbelief, ‘No wonder Potter is as short as he is, being inside of that space that small for any length of time on a regular basis would impair anyone’s growth for Merlin’s sake.’

Both men watched as tear-filled green eyes watched his relatives in front of the Christmas tree, watched with such stark longing that it even managed to take Severus’s breath away. A child that young such not know or feel such longing Severus silently noted with pity that not even he was able to suppress even if he had wanted to.

Severus and Sirius instantly knew what Cedric had meant when he had insisted that the obese monster and little shit needed a good kicking in the teeth, oh didn’t they just. Sirius gritted his teeth as he watched Dudley cruelly taunting Harry with the plush toy as his parents looked on in approval, in turn causing Sirius to feel the overwhelming urge to hex the Dursley’s something fierce.

If this was only mild and the start then what the hell was he going to be feeling and wanting to inflict on the muggle bastards when they truly got to the bad stuff. He had a feeling it would take more than a few to restrain him. Something told him when Moony saw this that he would not be one of those trying to restrain him. Oh no, they most likely would be restraining Moony instead, particularly with Moony being a lot closer to the surface leading up to the full moon when the full moon in question was only a day away.

As soon as they exited the pensive everyone could see that Sirius was seething something fierce. Severus eyed Harry and commented in a knowing and disgusted tone, “Well, it is safe to say it is obvious as to why you’re as small as you are Potter. Merlin, Potter, a space that size would mess up anyone’s growth.”

Harry smirked knowingly and said, “Yeah, well, I spent the first ten years of my life in that cupboard actually.” Severus looked incredulous as he spat out in disgust, “Ten years?” Snape felt something nasty settle inside of him as he thought of any child spending the first ten years of their life in such a confined space. No child deserved that, innocent or not, hell not even Potter.

Next Remus and Tonks took their turn. They returned less than five minutes later looking truly angered. Tonks was eyeing Harry with a look of such sadness that the other four yet to see the memory wondered what the others had seen. Remus looked like he had been slapped and there was a look of dread on his face as he thought of the up and coming memories. If that was mild then he did not know how he was going to possibly endure the rest.

Soon the other four took their turn and when each pair returned they looked truly shaken up and angered beyond belief. Minerva had hissed very cat-like at Albus as she asked, “How could’ve you even thought to of sent Harry to those foul muggles, muggles who don’t even know how to treat nor bring up a child properly?” Albus looked truly weary as he shook his head, the twinkle in his blue eyes having dimmed at what he had viewed inside of his pensive. Why had Harry not said anything?

Lara had tears in her eyes as she asked her son in-law, “Harry why did you not ever tell anyone?” Harry sighed and replied, “I figured the fact my acceptance letter to Hogwarts was dressed to Mr. Harry Potter in the cupboard under the stairs would have been enough of a clue, hmm I guess not.”

Everyone looked on in horror at hearing this, while Albus and Minerva had paled at hearing that. Severus was eyeing Albus and Minerva in disbelief as he asked, “How the hell could you have not known something was up with that on his letter, especially when you take into consideration Hogwarts letters are never misspelt or the wrong address written.”

Neither Albus nor Minerva could answer as they were feeling far too numb in their disbelief at having not noticed that more than little telltale sign. If nothing else should have alerted them to the fact something decidedly wrong had been afoot, then that not so minor detail most certainly should have.

Harry let out a loud sigh and said, “It’s in the past and cannot be changed time to move on I have. Honestly I could no longer care less about those kind of what if scenarios. I’ve so seriously been there and done that and can honestly say it wasn’t worth getting the t-shirt for all my trouble.”

He added after a brief pause, shrugging carelessly as he said, “Yeah, sure the most of my teen years would have been a hell of a lot less painful and traumatic if someone had taken note of how my acceptance letter was addressed to me. It was after I got that letter and went to Hogwarts that the bloated son of a bitch got really sickly creative when it came to beating the crap out of me.”

He stood and walked over to the pensive and replacing the memory with another after replacing the previous memory in its phial and securing it. As he placed the next memory in the basin he said, “And now onto the next memory shall we. Oh, and word of warning this will be worse than the one you have all just viewed. It’ll get much worse and more detailed and very graphic as I get older. So I just figured I’d warn you beforehand so you at least have a slight idea of what is ahead.”

Harry was facing the pensive so he missed the looks of ill ease and horror that coloured everyone’s faces. Even Snape looked less then comfortable. He did not like where this whole thing was surely heading. Although he did understand Potter’s attitude, having endured physical and verbal abuse from his father throughout his childhood. Sometimes being all blasé, cold, and distant was the only way to cope with the memories.

Cedric approached the pensive clearly looking anxious. His dread of what he would see next was evident in his expression as he leaned forwards and placed his face in the pensive. The Harry he saw in this memory appeared to be around six or seven years of age. He looked painfully small and thin for someone of his age the sight made Cedric grit his teeth in seething fury.

Harry could be seen standing upon a stool in front of a stove, being too small to reach the stove without. He was frying bacon in a frying pan the pan clearly looking too heavy for the small boy to handle. Cedric knew it was only a matter of time before little Harry had some kind of accident whilst dealing with that too heavy pan.

Cedric felt his dread grow as he watches as the little boy’s hand gets burnt as a decent sized blast of hot oil spat up at him. The pain from the burn startled Harry, causing him to knock the frying pan off the hob and onto the floor below. The oil splashed onto the boy’s arm on the way down to the floor causing him to let out a pain filled scream.

Cedric watched on in muted horror as Petunia Dursley let out an outraged screech as she all but marched up to the boy and backhanded him across the face causing him fall off the stool and onto the floor. “You worthless good for nothing freak, you’ve gone and ruined my precious Dudley’s breakfast.”

She reached down and grabbed a fistful of the little boy’s hair, giving it a vicious tug as she dragged him to his feet. He let out a truly pained sounding cry. “Clean this up now you disgusting little monster then remake the breakfast. You will not eat for the rest of the week, you will go to your cupboard when finished and will not come out until told.”

Cedric felt tears of anguish and rage fill his eyes as he watched what happened and was said next. Petunia turned on her heel as she let go of his hair with one last cruel twist, causing Harry to let out a pained and pitiful sounding whimper.

She gestured to his rapidly blistering arm and hand as she reached the kitchen door, “You will not be given anything for that. It is your own fault and you deserve it you freak, disrespecting us and wasting our food, you clumsy and ungrateful freak. Is this how you repay us after we took you into our home we should’ve left you to freeze to death you vermin?”

Cedric felt sick as he saw how the skin of Harry’s pitiful bony arm had turned into an angry shade of red and vicious looking blisters had started popping up rapidly. The boy clearly needed to go to the hospital for medical attention.

The memory ended there and Cedric removed his face from the pensive looking truly horrified. There were tears of anguish and rage streaming down his cheeks as he visibly trembled as he said he said in a tone full of complete horror, “Oh sweet fucking Merlin, it’s bad, really beyond bad. That fucking foul horse bitch! How could she even dare to do that to an innocent child?”

Harry inwardly cringed in sympathy for his husband as he took in his reaction to the second memory. Harry knew which memory he had just seen, oh didn’t he just. He wished his husband had not seen that, but unfortunately he had honestly not seen any other way around it. The situation between him and Severus had to be sorted it could not continue, especially with him marrying Sirius that up and coming Christmas.

Harry stood and made his way over to his husband and led him back to their chairs. Once seated he gently rubbed Cedric’s back as he bent his head low resting his elbows on his kneecaps as he tried to get his raging emotions under control knowing it was far from over having just begun.

Sirius and Severus took in the sight of Cedric. Both men felt something icy settle inside of them. They realised it must be extremely bad as they had a feeling Cedric did not lose control of his emotions to such a degree at the drop of a hat on a regular basis.

Severus and Sirius exchanged a glance as they approached the pensive. Sirius had a look of genuine fear in his dark blue eyes, while Severus silently hoped it was nowhere near as bad or in the same league as what he had suffered at the hands of his father as a child. Potter did not in any way shape or form deserve even a mere third of what he himself had endured as a child.

With more than a slight hesitation, especially on Sirius’s part, both men lowered their faces into the pensive. Both men were instantly disgusted at the sight of how small and frail Harry appeared. Both were mortified to see the oversized clothing Harry wore, but above all they were disgusted to see a child being placed in front of a hot and dangerous stove. No child should ever have to cook or be anywhere near a stove at that age, it just was not done.

Both men watched in horror as they saw Harry burn his hand, followed by the hot frying pan falling off the stove, hitting Harry’s arm on the way down to the floor, severely burning the little boy in the process. Sirius felt the overwhelming urge to rip the fucking bitches head off as she backhanded his godson causing him to fall off the stool and onto the cold and hard kitchen tiles.

Severus clenched his teeth and jaw as he watched the evil bitch of a muggle viciously drag the boy up off of the floor by his hair. He listened and watched as she verbally and physically abused the boy. He felt his stomach clench when she said the boy would be getting no food for the rest of the week and that he was an ungrateful freak that would not being get any attention for his arm, claiming he had deserved it.

He felt Sirius go rigid beside him as the bitch told the boy that he should have been left out to freeze to death where they had found him. This was as bad as he had sincerely been hoping it had not been. Why on earth had the boy not gone to someone for help, why had he not reported his relatives for their gross mistreatment of him?

He and Sirius both hissed between clenched teeth as they saw how bad the burn on Harry’s hand and arm in fact was. They both knew deep down that the boy would sadly have not received any form of medical attention. Both wondered exactly how badly scared the Harry they knew now must be after that encounter with the cooker and his vile excuse of an apology for an aunt.

Both men lifted their faces from the pensive. Sirius had tears in his eyes as he visibly trembled, far too overcome to put what he was feeling into actual words. He covered his face with his hands and allowed Severus to take him into his arms as he silently shook in grief and rage.

Severus on the other hand was eyeing Harry over Sirius’s shoulder. Everyone could see Severus had clearly been shuck up, that his skill of being able to hide his emotions had deserted him. He could not possibly hide how troubled over what he had just seen had left him feeling.

Severus cleared his throat as he asked, “I take it you have glamour charms placed on yourself?” He added, “Something tells me that good for nothing and foul aunt of yours had meant what she had said when she told you that you would not be getting anything for your arm or hand.” He concluded, “I knew her to a certain extent when I met your mother and became friends with her during our Hogwarts years. Petunia was terribly jealous of your mother even back then, was blinded by it in fact.”

Harry nodded and replied, “True, although it is not as bad as you’d expect, considering I seem to have a kind of self-healing factor. That healing lessened the eventual scaring by ninety percent, meaning I am just left with minimal scarring compared to how bad it could’ve been.”

He added, “It is a mild glamour I use due to the fact what was left of the incident would have raised far too many questions that I would have not been willing to answer, never mind actually admitted to. Besides, I only use the glamour when I am wearing short sleeves or no shirt at all or taking a shower at the same time as my roommates.”

He concluded, “Although, later on if you don’t mind I would like to know how well you knew my mother.” Severus reluctantly agreed, conceding to the fact he was glad it was his mother and not his father he was asking for information about. Information about James Potter, information that was not consisting of hatred of the other man was as likely to happen as there ever being a cure found for Remus’s monthly furry problem.

Severus also thought about how he had been all too familiar with the need for glamour charms during his years at Hogwarts. He had used glamour charms to hide all of the damage his father had inflicted upon his body, until he had created a salve in his fifth year. The salve in question manages to rid of around ninety percent of the scarring just like Harry’s own self-healing did.

Sirius removed his face from Severus’s chest and turned to face his godson. His face was tear stained, while underneath his eyes were slightly red and puffy. He did not care what everyone thought of his reaction, the whole situation was far too horrifying for him to bother concealing exactly how disturbed he was currently feeling.

His voice sounded tight and strained as he asked Harry, “Would you mind removing the glamour so I can see for myself the damage is nowhere near as bad as I am currently imagining it to be?” Harry looked like he was about to refuse, but decided to give his godfather some peace of mind when he saw how truly rattled his poor godfather appeared. Seeing honest tears staining Sirius’s face shocked Harry, having never seen his godfather truly cry before.

Harry nodded silently as he reluctantly smoothed his hand against his bare arm and then his hand. His arm and hand had a slight pale green glow before fading and revealing his arm and hand as it truly was. Harry shifted uncomfortably as he heard Tonks, Lara, and Minerva gasp at the sight that greeted them as well as Harry’s effortless use of wandless magic.

Cedric unconsciously reached out and took his husband’s hand and gently smoothed his fingertips over the minimal scarring that was left behind on both of his husband’s hand and arm after his healing had kicked in. The skin underneath his fingers was very pale white that would only be noticeable if shown under a bright light or if it was directly pointed out. He noted that the surface of the healed skin had a waxy-like texture to it.

Harry shrugged and said, “See it’s not too bad is it. Imagine if I did not somehow manage to heal myself without even having to consciously try. Worse yet, try imagining me as a muggle with no magic and have to go through the painful process of healing the natural way? The scarring would have truly been hideous if that had been the case.”

Cedric scowled and spat angrily, “Damn it Harry your skin should be unblemished! I don’t care if this is milder then it could have been if you had been a muggle that was left to heal naturally. The incident that led to this should’ve never had the chance to happen in the first place.” He let go of Harry’s hand and arm and said, “Every time I think of what happened and remember what she said and did to you, I feel like cursing her within an inch of her good for nothing life and ripping her fucking head clean off of her overly thin shoulders.”

He concluded snarling, “That woman is a fucking waste of precious clean air and in no way shape or form deserve to see and bask in daylight. She should be rotting away deep down in one of the coldest and filthiest of cells at Azkaban has to offer, surrounded by hundreds of dementors to feast upon her very black and disgusting soul.”

Remus asked in a dread filled voice, “How bad and what caused Harry to end up with scarring like that, it looks like healed burns?” Severus sneered as he replied, “That’s because they are healed burns, burns he got when he was merely a young child, looking to be barely seven years of age if even that.”

Remus looked truly pained as he took a pale faced Tonks by the hand and led her over to the pensive. They both placed their faces inside of the pensive. By the times that Remus and Tonks removed their faces from inside of the pensive ten minutes later Harry replaced the glamour in case he forgot to do it later. He was not ready for anyone outside of the room they were in to see yet. Hell he was not exactly jumping up and down in joy over the people currently in the room seeing the wounds from his past either.

Everyone took instant notice of how Tonks had placed a hand over her mouth as tears filled her eyes. She eyed Harry in horror, while Remus looked no better off; in fact he looked like he could have committed murder there and then.

Remus and Tonks retook their seats as Remus growled deeply from within his chest. It was evident to all that Moony was very, very close to the surface; especially considering the full moon was to be the following evening. Plus Moony was enraged that the worthless muggle and waste of human flesh and blood had ever dared to harm his cub.

Next Amos and Lara went and viewed the memory and when they returned ten minutes later, Amos was beet red in the face clearly seething. Lara had tears streaming down her face as she buried her face in her husband’s chest. Amos barked, “Worthless and disgusting excuse for a human being. Why the ruddy hell has that woman and her worthless husband and son not been brought to justice. They should be made to answer to their disgusting and unforgivable crimes against an innocent and defenceless child.”

Lara removed her face from her husband’s chest and allowed him to lead her back to their seats. She hissed, “Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable. No child should be made to endure such mental and physical abuse.” She shook her head and added vehemently, whilst clenching her hands into fists, “No child should be allowed near a hot and dangerous stove, how dare that wretched woman. It should’ve been her standing in front of that stove cooking and not a small child who could not even reach the stove without standing upon a stool.”

Harry said, “I’ve cooked their meals since I was five years old and able to reach the top of the stove with the aid of a stool. It’s the reason I can cook the muggle way as well as I am able. All that experience did amount to something good. So I tend to remember that and ignore the reason as to how I was forced to learn such skills in the first place.”

Cedric felt the most overwhelming urge to take his husband by his shoulders and shake the living daylights out of him, until his teeth rattled or some feeling was knocked into his head, he honestly did not care which happened first. It chilled him to his very core to witness how emotionless and cool his husband could react to such things it was just not natural.

Harry could feel and sense his husband’s thoughts and emotions. He knew he was frustrating his husband as well as scaring the hell out of him over how emotionless he was being towards the whole situation. He murmured quietly down their bond, ‘I am sorry if the way I am choosing to react to the situation his frustrating and unnerving you.’ He paused before adding, ‘I am afraid it is the only way I know how to cope with the memories. If I did not switch off I fear I would lose it. ‘ He concluded, ‘I usually try to avoid talking about my life past and present at number four Private Drive, the house that does not have any true signs that I have ever lived there, where my piss poor apology for relatives call home.’

While Harry and Cedric continued to hold a conversation via their bond, Albus and Minerva had viewed the memory and had returned and were sitting down once again. Both the elder witch and wizard looked as pale as ghosts. Minerva’s jaw was clenched as she tried to conceal the tears that filled her eyes. Albus looked beyond grim, while the ever-present twinkle in his bright clear blue eyes was nowhere to be seen.

Harry and Cedric finished their conversation for the time being, all too aware that they would be revisiting the topic again without a doubt. Cedric would push the issue until either Harry or himself verbally lashed out at each other, which was not the greatest scenario to contemplate when you took into consideration the exact nature of their bond. They could no longer keep any secrets from the other, and not only because their new bond was not designed to conceal, but also because their marriage would not work and would be considered worthless if it was based on constant lies and endless secrets.

Harry stood once more and made his way over to the pensive again and removed the memory securely replacing it and chose another. He placed it in the pensive before gesturing for Cedric to step up to the pensive as he retook his seat.

Cedric approached the pensive and asked before he placed his face inside, “Just how bad is this and what did you do to end up with whatever I am about to see?” Harry smirked and replied, “Oh this memory is due to something I did at school it is not until the memory after this that I deem what happens to me being almost worth it, almost being the operative word.”

Severus asked, “What do you mean and what did you do?” Harry’s smirk widened, turning particularly diabolical as he replied, “Let’s just put it this way, that in the memory after the one you are about to view was the first time I show any signs of being a parsalmouth, even if I did not know it was that at the time.” He concluded, grinning gleefully, his grin having taken on a decidedly sinister quality, “Also let’s just say my cousin and his friend ended up close and personal with a boa constrictor at the London zoo, end up sharing its tank in fact.”

Severus raised an eyebrow as he asked, “How exactly do they end up in the tank with the snake and will we get to see it happen?” Harry replied, “Of course. And they end up in the tank because I at the age ten, almost eleven, had an accidental bout of magical usage. I somehow managed to apparate them behind the glass of the tank.”

Cedric, along with Sirius snickered at hearing this even Remus looked somewhat satisfied at hearing this. Severus on the otherhand looked slightly surprised at the thought of a ten, almost eleven year-old, being able to pull off that kind of magic, accidental or not.

Harry turned to face Cedric and said, “The memory your about to see will be because I was trying to escape from Dudley and his gang of friends at school. They always used to chase me and bully me because I was much smaller than they are.” He added at Cedric’s nod, “In order to escape from them I unknowing had another bout of accidental magic would have been about seven or so, it happens about four months after the incident in the kitchen with my aunt.”

Tonks asked, “What kind of accidental magic did you do?” Harry replied, “I somehow managed to apparate myself onto the schools roof. I had no idea that was what I had done at the time. All I had done was to imagine I was elsewhere, elsewhere my cousin and his friends were not.” He concluded, “The headmaster called the Dursley’s, and informed them of what I did. Naturally as you can imagine they did not take too kindly to any kind of freakishness.”

Amos spluttered, “You apparated onto the roof at seven years of age?” Harry snorted and replied, “Yeah, that to was pretty much my reaction when I later on learned some years later that was what I had done. I was shocked even more so to discover that not all if any witch or wizard of my age group back then could accomplish that, accidental magic or not.”

Cedric took a deep breath and said, “I might as well get this over and done with then.” Harry merely nodded before his husband placed his face inside of the pensive. He knew his husband was going to freak out even more when he saw what his uncle was about to do to a seven year-old version of himself.

Cedric adjusted to the scene in front of him within seconds, only to instantly wish he had not. He watched Vernon Dursley backhander his nephew across his jaw, the force of the blow knocking the small and frail looking boy to the carpeted floor.

Vernon growled low in his throat as he inserted a vicious kick to the left-hand side of the young boy’s ribcage. The boy let out a pained scream as the foot impacted with his ribcage once again as Vernon snarled, “How dare you boy bring shame to me and my family, showing your freakiness in public. It does not matter if they think you are a freak as that is exactly what you are, just like those worthless and waste of space dead freak parents of yours.”

He spat venomously as his large and rounded face was on the verge of turning purple, a vein pulsing on his forehead as he said, “But it does matter you freak when my son has to be associated with a ruddy ugly little freak such as yourself. It does matter when my son’s friends and teachers know that he is related to the likes of you.”

Cedric felt tears of horror and rage slowly stream down his face as he watches and listens to Harry screaming as he was repeatedly kicked in the ribcage and in his chest. How could anyone be such a vile monster as to do something so brutal and unforgivable to an innocent Child?

Cedric felt something beyond icy drop inside of his stomach, like a frozen solid led-weight, as he saw Vernon reaching for the buckle of his belt. Cedric watched in silent horror as it become immediately apparent as to what Vernon Dursley planned to do with that belt. Cedric watched as a little Harry’s bright tear-filled green eyes widen in terror as he saw his uncle pulling his belt from out of his trousers. Harry pleaded in a high pitched voice of pure fear, “Please Uncle Vernon, no, not that, anything but that, anything. I promise I’ll behaviour, I won’t do it again, please!”

Cedric felt his heart shatter as he listened to the little boy pleading with his uncle. But much to his horror and all consuming fury this only seem to spur Vernon on. He had a maniacal glint in his beady eyes as he drawled cruelly, “Oh, but on the contrary you deserve this you disgusting freak of nature. That freakiness needs to be whipped out of your very bones boy, whipped until you learn such freakishness has no place nor will be tolerated.”

Cedric wanted to scream blue bloody murder at the injustice of what he was witnessing. He felt beyond sick as he watched Vernon take his belt and swing it backwards before bringing it down hard and fast upon Harry’s back. Cedric flinched and felt the bile rising in his throat as Vernon repeatedly brought the belt down upon his young nephews back the louder he screamed.

Cedric felt the bile rising quicker as he heard the sound of leather and the metal buckle of the belt meeting flesh. He saw the huge red and wet mess Harry’s white over-sized t shirt was rapidly becoming. Vernon did not stop until Harry eventually become silent, which was only due to the fact the poor boy had passed out from the pain and trauma.

The memory ended and Cedric pulled his head out of the pensive. He instantly doubled over having to grab hold of the desk to remain upright. His back trembled violently with the strength of his combined silent grief and hot boiling fury. He was far too enraged and grief stricken to make even the merest of sounds. Harry knew and could feel it, sense what was going through his husband’s head and what he was feeling.

Harry quickly got to his feet and reached out to gently thread his fingers through his husband’s hair as he whispered soothingly down their link, ‘I am fine Cedric, I survived and as you can see he has not won. He did not manage to whip the freakishness out of me, no matter how he would have and still would very much like to. But he daren’t go that far these days, knowing my godfather and the Weasley’s would curse him to hell and back.’

Harry led Cedric back to their chairs and caught Severus’s eye as he and Cedric retook their seats. Severus asked, “What has he seen?” Harry murmured in an emotionless voice in reply, “Put it this way, he is now very much aware, perhaps more so then he would like, just how familiar I am with concept of flogging and several broken ribs.”

Instantly the room was awash with the sound of horrified gasps. Severus felt the colour drain from his face, knowing all too well what flogging was. He was all too familiar with the concept himself, it having been one of his father’s all-time favourite forms of punishment for his young son. His father’s choice of weapon had been a cane.

Tonks spoke up in a choked voice as she asked, “Sorry to ask, but what is flogging I am not familiar with the term?” Before Harry could answer Severus beat him to it and replied in an icy tone, “Flogging is another term for whipping, which can be a favourite pastime for a parent or relative when the one on the receiving end did something or did not perform to the required standard.”

Severus saw the knowing glance that Harry shot him. The boy knew what Severus had been hinting at, knew instantly that Severus was speaking from experience. Plus the term flogging was a muggle term. (At least in my story it will be.)

AN: Part two in the next chapter.
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